Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Philippines and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Motorama to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
Scan 7,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
F. McDonald,
Chris Corsano,
Neu!,
Slick Rick,
Freddie Wadling,
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
Suicide,
The Barracudas,
Model 500,
The Fuzztones,
Banda Bassotti,
Outsiders,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry's Kids,
Essential Logic,
Joey Negro,
Vladislav Delay,
Drexciya,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
Faust,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
The Gories,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sonics,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.